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  • My adventures in healing neuroplastic pain

    For months, I suffered from relentless hip pain and lower back pain. My hip joints feel as if there was sand in it. I couldn’t turn without pain. I couldn’t walk without pain. Eventually, I couldn’t even sit or lie down without pain.

    I started attending physical therapy sessions. Binged on physiotherapy videos and went all out to stretch my heart out. But nothing seemed to make a big difference.

    The most infuriating thing about the pain is that it would come and go, sometimes doubling in intensity at night.

    It also seemed to defy logic. The pain, although mainly focused on my left hip, would suddenly disappear and shift to the right side.

    Some days, I’ll be totally pain free. So much so that my physiotherapist commented that he often saw patients who had pain during working days but be pain free during weekends!

    I told myself that maybe I was pain-free during non-working days because I wasn’t sitting as much and was more mobile.

    But each time I enjoyed a pain-free day, the pain would return with a vengeance the next day. I had no idea what set it off sometimes.

    Things got so bad that I ended up not being able to sleep because I was in constant pain in my hips and lower back. I couldn’t walk, sit or stand. My sleep came in hourly snatches. It was an utterly miserable way to be.

    Then, one night, I got so desperate and being a religious person, prayed/cried to God for help. I was led to a video by a lady called Chris Saenz who shared her experience healing from back pain after reading Dr. Sarno’s book, “Healing Back Pain”

    This is when I remembered that I read that book years ago. I learned about Tension Myositis Syndrome (TMS) and how holding back all that emotional pain inside of me was backfiring in a big way.

    Basically, Dr. Sarno believes that during times of stress, the brain or our unconscious minds limits oxygen to certain parts of the body to help us cope with the emotional distress. The brain believes that it is helping you survive by “distracting” you with pain, because facing the emotional pain was far more dangerous.

    Or so goes the theory.

    I realised with a start that my current bout with back and hip pain came at the heels of a few major stresses in my life. One of which I explicitly told myself: “I won’t even write this down in a journal. I won’t talk about this to anyone. Because doing this would mean it is real.”

    In this video, I talk about the surprising results I got by following some of the principles in this book.

    My pain fell by 70% just by acknowledging (with much tears) one stressful issue that I had refused to think about for months.

    It felt almost magical. And pretty much incomprehensible.

    But I was not completely healed.

    The next few days, disappointingly, and almost as if to spite my optimism in the video, my pain flared up to such an extent that I couldn’t sleep for days. On some nights I was reduced to tears of frustration.

    I found the videos from the TMS community overwhelming. Many seem obsessed about the methods to heal. Should you journal every single emotional insult that you’ve felt in your life? Some say yes. Should you meditate? Should you not use “crutches” like physiotherapy, stretches and medication? Lots of controversy in that department!

    I’m the sort of person that can get too deep into the rabbit hole and get obsessed to the point where I will consume information about health problems 24/7. Instinctively I knew this was a route I must avoid. Thinking about pain and how to solve it all the time was making me a basket case.

    Resources

    The resources that finally got me centred were the following:

    The approach employed by these folks were more grounded and logical. Their theory about chronic pain? The brain is the one that makes you feel pain, and sometimes it misinterprets the sensations/signals that your body is sending out and sends out pain signals to “warn you”. Unfortunately, what ends up happening is you end afraid of the pain, and the brain, alarmed by the fear that you’re sending out, raises the pain threshold further and prolongs it.

    I am especially relieved that Alan Gordon and Alon Ziv believe that if your pain is at an excruciating level, you can use “crutches” or “avoidance methods” such as medication and stretching. This is because they believe that trying to grit your teeth through the pain will only ring more alarm bells in your already hyper-alarmed brain.

    The key to healing from chronic pain, according to them, is to train the brain to understand that the signals that your body is sending out is nothing to be afraid of.

    Do you have neuroplastic pain or not?

    Of course, the first question I asked is whether I have it or not. But as I read Dr. Sarno, Alan Gordon and Alon Ziv’s work I realise how my accurately symptoms matched the characteristics of neuroplastic pain. My pain:

    • Appears only at certain times of the day or hours
    • Can disappear completely only to reappear with a vengeance later
    • Appeared during times of emotional stress
    • Shifts around my body
    • I have a history of unexplained chronic pain or ailments
    • I have a tendency to develop allergies, asthma etc.

    Heck, my “pain spots” even appear at the areas where Dr. Sarno says neuroplastic pain manifests!

    Bizzare results

    So, I tried some of the techniques recommended.

    One of the most crucial steps is to face and feel the emotional pain that you’ve been avoiding. I’m a chronic avoider of emotional distress. I refuse to journal sad things primarily because I don’t want to rehash or even think about difficult and painful moments in my life.

    To compound things further, I don’t even talk about them to people because I don’t want to burden or scare people away with the intensity of my feelings.

    These are some of the results:

    Feeling the emotion

    I literally let myself cry. Praying to God was a form of “letting out” the emotion. The first time I did it, I was alone, with God as my listener. My pain dropped 70%. I was utterly shocked by how quickly it happened. The second time I did it, I talked about a difficult situation with a friend. My pain, again, dropped by half. Astounding.

    Listening to a podcast

    The most puzzling thing about Dr. Sarno’s treatment was that he believed that people will be healed from “information”. There have been anecdotal accounts of people getting healed just by listening to his lectures or reading his book. This sounds like a lot of woo except that I’ve personally experienced it in the past. (Watch my Youtube video above where I tell you what happened.)

    I experienced this again when, during another chronic bout of pain, I put on a Tell me about your pain podcast. In that podcast, they explained how the brain sends out pain and how it can interpret benign signals as danger. For some reason, my mind just latched on that, went “aha!” and released the pain. I was pain free for a few hours after that.

    Pain attachment

    The most puzzling and confounding symptom of mine is that I tend to have pain when I sleep on my mattress. You’re probably thinking, well, there’s something wrong with your mattress.

    Here’s the kicker: I only get this pain at night. The moment I see the sun rise, the pain disappears and my body goes, “Oh wow, this mattress is so comfortable.”

    It is absolutely bizzare.

    But Alon Ziv and Alan Gordon explains that this is a very common occurrence for people who experience neuroplastic pain.

    I have a bad habit of thinking about scary things at night in that bed: horrible lonely, scary thoughts about horrible futures.

    I think there’s no surprise why my brain associates mattress + night = danger, so I have to stop catastrophizing about my life in my bed at night.

    And think happy, calming thoughts.

    Conclusion

    Putting up a strong, smiling front was literally driving the stress to my bones and organs.

    The lesson is that our brains are amazing and mysterious things, and we need to give it the respect it deserves. Also, I need a mindful, healthy way to cope with life’s turmoils and stresses.

    Never again will I think that it’s virtuous to “not talk about my problems” or deny that they even exist.

    I still have some recovery to do. It’s been about four days since I experienced that first 70% drop in pain but I’m now able to sit for long periods of time on all kinds of chairs (something impossible before). Last night I was able to sleep better in my mattress, though my hips and back did twinge a few times, and I was filled with anxiety about the pain returning. It wasn’t a perfect sleep, but it was definitely a big improvement from my one-hour spurts of sleep of the last two weeks.

    I’ll update this page in the future to show you my progress. I hope that in the meantime, this page will be a good resource for those struggling with chronic pain. I hope you can find the respite that you need.

    Mastodon logs

    May 09, 2023

    My current topic obsession is back pain – as I was enduring it for the last few months. Came across Dr. John E. Sarno’s unconventional methods of treating back pain and watched the documentary All the Rage.

    His theory that back pain is caused by the mind shouldn’t be considered unconventional. If we accept that headaches & bowel problems can be caused by emotional distress, why not back pain?

    May 12, 2023

    The last two weeks have been a wringer for me, which is why my posting on Mastodon has dropped significantly. Chronic pain. Lovely stuff. This led me to explore Dr. John Sarno’s work, and the world of neuroplastic pain.

    I tried some of the methods and I was quite shocked at how well it worked. First time, I reduced my pain by 70% by just allowing myself to be upset over an issue I was keeping buried.

    Yesterday, I just listened to a podcast episode from https://www.curablehealth.com/podcast/your-pain & I was pain free for a couple of hours.

    Some people have testified that this happened to them by just reading Dr Sarno’s book, Healing Back Pain. I know it sounds very woo but there’s something to this mind-body connection thing!

    When I read Dr. John Sarno’s book and the book, The Way Out, I saw myself in it. The typical neuroplastic patient profile fits me to a tee. Also, this explains some of my weird chronic pain episodes throughout my life.

    When I was a kid, I suddenly had really severe toothache. Went to the dentist & expected to loose a tooth only to have the puzzled Dentist say he couldn’t find anything wrong.

    I was going through exam stress then.

    Then there was that time when I was going through a very rough patch and my stomach just stopped digesting food. I couldn’t even take a bowl of soup without my stomach hurting.

    The brain is very creative.

  • I’m writing “Distant Stars”, a composite novel

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  • Cheng Beng in Penang

    After decades travelling the world, these days I’m content to just wander my own Malaysian backyard. And it’s a big one. I have to say that I’m a tad boring, always returning to the same favourite – Penang, my hometown. I just feel very comfortable there! I can speak in my native tongue, people “get” me, and I feel as if every molecule in my body is saying “I’m home!”

    I grew up in Penang, but sadly only until my kindergarten years as my Dad had to work in Johor Baru (where I picked up my Mandarin. I’m the only one in my family that speaks it). Then it was on to Selangor. I’ve lived in Selangor far longer than I lived in Penang, but it just doesn’t feel as “home” as Penang.

    Tomb Sweeping in Penang

    Every year around April my parents and I travel to Penang to pay respects to our ancestors on “Cheng Beng” or “Tomb Sweeping Day”. That’s when Chinese families visit the graves of their ancestors to pay respects and tidy it up.

    For my family, it’s almost a pilgrimage. We will travel from Selangor to Penang and join our relatives to pay respects to our ancestors in various temples around the island. We then buy and eat food–lots of it. I am my parents’ travel agent, chauffeur and fellow pilgrim.

    I look forward to these trips every year. Not only is it a way for me to spend more time with my parents, but it’s also a chance to be in Penang for a few days. I think of Penang as Malaysia’s version of Hawaii, filled with beaches, jungles and old colonial buildings. Half of Penang is an island off the west coast of peninsular Malaysia. We call the other half “the mainland”.

    My parents and I were born on Penang island. Although my family has mostly lived elsewhere, we have always considered ourselves “Penangites”.

    As we gaze upon the spirit tablets of our relatives and ancestors at various temples, my parents always remind me to be “proud of our roots”. Each year I nod, as if I’ve just heard it for the first time.

    And I am proud! Like most Penangites, I’m fiercely proud of my state. As I said in a previous post, my family are Peranakans, descendants of one of the earlier waves of Chinese migrants that settled in then-Malaya. My family has been in Malaysia for almost six generations. I’m a little murky on how long both my paternal and maternal sides, both Peranakans, have been in Malaysia, but I reckon it’ll be around 150 years. (My parents say it’s been over 200 years.)

    During that time, Peranakans have developed our unique culture: a mix of Malay and Chinese. Even our unique version of Hokkien (spoken only in the North) uses Malay-loaned words.

    I remember both of my grandmothers walking around their kitchens in their nyonya kebayas, cooking delicious Nyonya cuisine. Alas, I never bothered to learn from them and have regretted it ever since!

    So, despite the “grim” nature of the holiday, Cheng Beng is one that I look forward to every single year. A time to spend with my family (dead and alive) on the best island in the world and eat awesome food!

    Mastodon log

    Here are my Mastodon posts which I’ll repost here. (I practice the PESOS model of blogging – Publish Elsewhere, Syndicate (to your) Own Site. I do it by compiling social media posts into one blog post.)

    Apr 02, 2023
    After the stay at the seriously uncomfortable hotel, it is nice to finally check into a quality place! Here is the Airbnb I got near the beach 😁

    Translation for the Hokkien I say at the end: “Very comfortable!”

    Edit: Gurney Drive is what you call a “tourist trap”. Most of the restaurants that line up the drive are overpriced and most Penangites argue that the food isn’t good. I mean, I find it okay but what do I know right lol.

    Getting an AirBnB is definitely a great option. The condo I stayed in is Sunrise Gurney.

    Apr 04, 2023

    So I can’t join #30DaysOfBiking as my trusty folding bike is back home in Selangor and I’m in Penang, but I’m happy to see these bikes at Gurney Drive. As a Malaysian however, I’d say you’d be pretty bonkers to bike down Gurney Dr though.
    Use it to explore the inner roads instead, but you don’t get to see the sea. Not that you can see much of it these days at Gurney Drive 🙃

    Don’t let the quiet streets fool you. Gurney Drive is a hotbed of cars most of the time.

    April 4, 2023
    The best kind of room is the room where they upgrade you to the sea view 😍

    This is a solid hotel, something I always go back to each time I am in Penang. Great service, quiet (rooms are relatively sound proofed), central location and recently renovated – Cititel Penang Hotel.

    Well, if you cannot afford to stay at the venerable Eastern & Oriental you can at least look at it all day from your window 😁

    April 5, 2023
    A pleb walks the manicured gardens of the Eastern & Oriental…

    I have tried many times to convince my parents to have a stay here, but they cannot compute spending more that RM200 to sleep in a place. That and, according to my dad: “For sure haunted one.”

    My dad might be right 😆😅

    April 5, 2023
    Kek Lok Si temple at Air Itam, #Penang. I forgot how big it looked like from town.

    A must-see in Penang, do be aware that of all the towns in Penang this is the place I feel like target practice for motorcyclists.

    Try the Penang laksa here. Buy the Chinese biscuits. And try to survive the traffic.

    Edit: I have ancestors buried up on the hill near the pagoda. But it’s too much of a climb for my parents, so we pay our respects at another temple in Georgetown.

    It is only authentic #Penang curry mee when there is blood in the curry.

    Yes, those red squares are congealed pig’s blood.

    I swear it is yummy.

    Also, we Chinese don’t waste nothing.

    April 6, 2023
    The cafe culture is alive and vibrant in #Georgetown. I love to wander its streets only to find a cafe tucked in a corner.

    Tip – the best time to book a hotel anywhere in Malaysia is during the month of Ramadan.

  • I survived a janky hotel in Georgetown

    Forgive the slightly manic look, but I just survived a night on a matrress that threatened to dislocate my shoulders. Behind me is the 130-year-old Chong Fatt Tze mansion which is a walk away from the hotel.

    Every year, I try to visit my hometown of Georgetown, Penang. Usually it’s around Cheng Beng or “tomb-sweeping day”, a day where we Chinese folks visit our ancestors’ graves to clean it up. Only, for my family, it’s a columbarium, so we don’t have to deal with the hot sun, grass or dirt and can pray and pay our respects in an air-conditioned room.

    This year, I booked a few extra days to get some me-time to enjoy Georgetown fully without, er, family.

    Unfortunately, I didn’t have a great start to my Penang trip – I ended up in a really janky hotel on my first night in Georgetown.

    The unremarkable view from my hotel window.

    Usually I’d read reviews and even watch Youtube videos of the hotel before booking, but this time I skipped my usual due diligence because a) it was going for only RM97 b) its brand name. I had good time at its branch in Batu Feringghi and thought the Georgetown branch would be more or less the same. It wasn’t posh or fancy, just serviceable, and serviceable was all I needed for a “stop gap” place before heading to the beach-side Airbnb I had booked for myself and parents on Sunday.

    Alas, when I finally read the reviews for the hotel, I went, “Oh boy…”

    I wondered if I should just cancel my booking.

    But then, I decided to just go ahead. how bad could it be, I thought?

    Well, it turns out – very !

    The most frequent complaint was that people end up taking hours to check in, which was ridiculous.

    And indeed, the check in time was awful, but it exceeded even my lowest expectations. Reading the reviews, I knew that the check in process would be slow, so I decided to go to Gurney Plaza and Paragon to shop. I returned to the hotel at 6.00pm only to find people still queueing up! And it wasn’t a short queue either.

    I only ended up in my room at 7pm. Yes, I queued for an hour! To add to the pain of it all, my back was in bad shape so I was standing with an achy back for over an hour.

    But that was not all. Once I got to the room I discovered that there was a gaping hole in the ceiling and the aircond wasn’t working.

    I called the reception only for the call to be disconnected four times. Finally, a maintenance man came to turn the aircond on manually and screw the aircond lid back on.

    Unbelievable. Fortunately, my room didn’t have bed bugs like one of the reviewers said. Boy was I worried. But the aircond was not cold enough and the beds are too hard. I was sorely tempted to just pack my bags and move to another hotel, wasted money or not.

    But alas, my aching back and tired body gave me the answer.

    I cannot fault the workers who are trying their best to work under obviously bad management and lack of resources. And most were really polite despite the working conditions and grumpy guests.

    I am just shocked that management have not made any effort to fix their check in problems – my bad review is hardly the first one. So, you’re just okay with copy pasta-ing the “Dear guest, I’m sorry we’ve not lived up to your expectations” messages on Google Reviews?

    The cafe I ended up holing up in – Higher Ground

    After a restless night of tossing and turning and hoping my shoulders would not be dislocated from the hard-as-rock mattress, I’m now in a comfortable air-conditioned cafe hoping that the Airbnb would be a better experience.

    I’ve gotten increasingly wary of using Airbnbs, but my parents wanted a kitchen. So as a dutiful daughter, I delivered. But the problem with AirBnbs are the extra steps you need to do just to check in.

    In Penang, many condos are hostile towards Airbnbs (the state government is even thinking of banning them), so checking in is sometimes akin to being a part of a covert operation.

    Wish me luck!

    PS: The name of the hotel is Bayview Hotel, Georgetown. I hope it improves but I’m not holding my breath.

  • My misadventures with furniture

    March has been a mega expensive month for me financially. And this has everything to do with my inability to pick the right furniture for myself.

    I’ve always had bad luck with furniture, especially living room furniture. I could never seem to pick the right couch and always end up sitting on the floor instead. So, when I moved to my new apartment last year, I decided to go the minimalist route by not having a couch.

    I’ll have beanbags or sit on the floor like this cool Singaporean couple!

    Genius, right?

    But it turns out that my body (specifically, my ass) did not like sitting on beanbags or on the floor. It also turns out that despite having no problems sitting on the floor most of my youth, sitting on the floor in your 40s isn’t … a great thing.

    So, after half a year dealing with an achy back, butt and other painful joints, I’ve reluctantly concluded that this was a minimalism fail, and it was time to get something I could sit on.

    Yet, I was still resistant to the idea of buying a couch.

    Instead, in an effort to hang on to my minimalism ideals, I bought a low bed with a mattress and turned it into a makeshift daybed. At first, it was sublime. I would spend hours lounging in that daybed watching TV.

    But the mattress was less than optimal, and after a year on it, my hips began protesting from sitting on it. All those DIY videos of turning a bed into a daybed … eh, not so romantic when applied.

    So after almost a year with my makeshift daybed, I sold the beanbags, mattress and bed frame on Carousell. I was glad I could get rid of it with some money back at least.

    I hunted for more practical furniture – a couch. Something I swore not to get because I felt that it could end up really hard to move if I shifted houses. But all the sofas I saw were in insane ranges — RM2000 to RM4000. It felt beyond reach to me.

    Then, I spotted a chaise lounge at a shop I usually frequented. It was only RM800. What a steal! I tried it out and imagined myself lounging on it with a book.

    I mean, seriously, look at it! How luxurious, how elegant … doesn’t this look like it is in an apartment in Paris somewhere?

    Yes, this is my actual living room and my actual balcony. Those wooden tiles was something I got from Lazada and placed on top of the tiles. It made the balcony look really posh. My balcony is my favourite place to journal and sip a cup of coffee first thing in the morning.

    And yet, by the first few weeks of owning it, I knew it’d have to go.

    First, it gave my back grief almost immediately. I was hugely disappointed that my body ended up hating it because it sure they didn’t tell me it didn’t like it at the store! It would’ve been much better if it had told me that before I bought it!

    It also had no cushion to speak off, and a curve that forced my back into a position it didn’t like.

    Second, I had to admit that I really disliked the ugly brown colour and how it took up so much space. I really liked to have some floor space to sit on the floor sometimes. I ended up pushing the chaise up against the wall which was a hideous furniture arrangement.

    I parted ways with the chaise after a mere two months.

    So, a couch it is then!

    This time, I decided to shop for my conventional couch in a second-hand furniture place called Kaki Lelong.

    Frankly, the entrance to the shop looked like it led to a serial killer’s lair.

    However, inside, there were treasures!

    I spotted the cheery blue, 2-seater couch almost immediately. It turned out to be a Harvey Norman couch that was used for display (hence the low price). I bought it for RM600, an incredible steal as the original price is around RM2000 to RM2500. I made sure this time to sit on it long enough to see if my back liked it. I can happily report that it’s been a month and it’s one of the most comfortable couches I’ve ever sat on in my life. No wonder those suckers cost at least RM2000!

    It had an “open end” so it looked incomplete, but it allowed me to add an ottoman at the edge to make it a three-seater. (I bought the ottoman from the same shop for RM100.) I can also shift the ottoman to the front so that I turn the sofa into a chaise. I love the flexibility.

    Kooky gives the blue couch his seal of approval.

    Then there’s the bed adventure

    Then it was my mattress.

    I was forced to buy a new one online during the pandemic. (Mattresses sure pick a great time to break down.)

    I bought a mattress, Sonno Lite, online. It wasn’t cheap, costing me about RM1500 or more. Despite trying it out (my brother has the exact model), and it being fine for 6 months, the mattress eventually sagged and gave me all manner of body aches. I suspect the foam layer degraded, turning the bed harder and also made it sag.

    After a terrible night with an aching back, hips and shoulders and waking up utterly smashed, I had it. This morning, I drove to a nearby store to buy a new mattress.

    Fortunately, unlike my pandemic mattress adventure, I did a lot of research this time. I discovered that as a combination sleeper, someone who sleeps on her side and her back, a medium firm, hybrid mattress is my best bet.

    A hybrid mattress basically has spring coils and a few layers of foam or latex. Knowing that I’ve never had a good experience with memory foam (it makes me hot), I decided to go for latex as it seem to have a lot of good things going for it. And because of this, the mattress cost me RM3,300. There was a cheaper RM1,500 one made from foam … but I decided to go for something durable this time.

    I’m nervous because I’ve never spent this much on a mattress before.

    I’ve always prided myself on having a good back – I could sleep on any mattress, so most of the mattresses I’ve slept on was on tend to be cheap ones. In fact, my frugal, penny-pinching parents insisted that I should not spend more than RM1000 for a mattress. They would probably faint if I told them that I had spent.

    But as I researched this topic – you need to change the mattress you sleep on as your body changes. If you get heavier (or lighter), or when your body gets achier due to aging. All these changes demand different types of matresses.

    So all in all, this has been such an expensive lesson. Choose the furniture that involves your back very, very carefully. You may regret it if you don’t!